I buried a soldier today
he was 84.
His war begun long ago.
he was a boy.
His son fights on in his name
his uniform a mirror of his father's.
He looked so good
as he walked him home.
The detail they sent was quite young.
I flinched as the volleys were fired.
The fog held the notes of Taps
and passed it along it's width
to areas beyond the graveyard
so all would know...
we buried a soldier today.

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